The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-09-03

tages are erected, and art has wed with
nature in charming the senses. We
passed Comfort Island" owned by Mr..
A. E. Clark, of the "Church of the
Redeemer, in Chicago, and "Melrose
Lodge" the summer home of Mr..
Albert Pullman also Ingleside, the
lovely home of Mr.. and Mrs. G. B.
Marsh, of Chicago. But if one wishes
to find an Eden he will discover it in
'Fairyland." Three islands spanned
by artistic bridges, each island having
its own cottage, and all accessories, g,
with summer houses, boat houses, etc,
are included in " Fairyland. The
lawn made by many loads of soil from
the main land, is like velvet, and the
grand old trees afford most grateful
shade. Flowers are blooming here and
there in the crevices of the rock, and
in beds scattered about. In the even
ing, when lighted by myriads of colored
lamps, the scene is so unreal, one can
easily believe themselves in fairy-land.
The evening and the morning Of the
fourth day. Soon after breakfast, our
host and hostress, DR.. and Mrs. Gunni-
son, DIR. and Mrs. SAKE, DIR. Sweetzer,
and myself, took passage in the ''Sun-
set, ," for a trip to Central Park. Think
of it Three D. DIS in one frail craft,
and yet we did not sink! On our re-
turn we called at the Bay for mail, and
there learned that the excursion party
from Queen City Park, expected that
afternoon, could not find the least ac-
commodation. Rev. J. J. Lewis, con-
ductOr of the party, had engaged rooms
at the Crossman House one month ago.
On reaching Ogdensburg, he telegraph
ed for forty-one rooms, and was in
formed by the proprietor that he could
not have even one. DR.. Gunnison took
in the situation, and said Immediately,
l will stay and see what can be done,
Drs. SAKE and Sweetzer volunteered as
sistance, and when the excursionists
arrived, provisions had been made for
all. But it had required work to ac-
complish this. When the tired party
arrived three hours late, they had to be
scattered like lost sheep on different
islands, at hotels and cottages, and any
where that they could find shelter.
When they learned that the night be-
fore, more than a hundred had sat up
laid on hotel floors, or gone back to
steamers, they felt themselves extreme
II fortunate. OF course thereis always
a ludicrous side to all such experiences.
While a party of twenty-five were be-
ing landed in the darkness, climbing a
plank at an angle of forty-fve degrees
from the small steamer to the dock, a
voice was heard like one CRYING in the
wilderness" "Mr. Lewis, where is my
waterproof ?" And the entire process
sion had to stop while that waterproof
was hunted out.
The evening and the morning of the
tenth day. The excursionists have
come and gone. They all visited Sum-
merland, and went into raptures over
its beauties. 1t would not have been
safe for them not to admire it. They
had started for forty mile trip among
the islands, and invited us all to join
them. OF course we accepted, and of
course we had merry time when the
"genial Charles was aboard. Story
and song, renewing old friendships,
and forming new es-enthusing over
the beauties and glories of the Thou
sand Islands, the trip was all too short.
1t is the evening and the morning of
the twelfth day. Twelve happy, happy
days-boating, fishing, sailing are the
order. Every one follows his own sweet
will Books abound and we steal away
occasionally and read charming story.
History, science, theology, are all out
of place here. In the evening groups
congregate in some cottage, and game
or story fills the hours. The boats
glide hither and thither, and the voices
float over the water
My days are gliding swiftly by"
We live as in a dream. All our former
busy life is remOte-the past is myth.
No care, no worry, although we have
not seen our trunk since we left De-
troit. Who wants any clothes in Ar
cadia a, G." commends our indiffsr-
ence, and says, it proves conclusively
that ladies do not need to travel with
trunks. But the female part of sum
meTland think it must be a wonderful
woman who can ignore the loss of
trunk, and be the happiest person on
the island. Still one more week at
Sunset Cottage, where the inventive
brain of the host, and exquisite taste of
the hostess, have combined every city
comfort with rural simplicity, then we
leave this idyllic life, stronger to take
up our burdens and accomplish our
tasks.
1t isn't catching ~ Philadelphia school
teacher saw docter call at the home of a
pupil, and, obeying school rule requiring
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